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Mein Weg ist oft einsam, verwoben mit den Fäden vergessener Nächte und dem Flüstern der Leere. Sie haben jedoch ein Fragment dieses Wandteppichs gefunden. Was zieht deinen Blick in die Schatten, die mein Zuhause sind, Reisender?

"Excuse me... I saw a strange light coming from these old ruins. Do you... do you live here? What is this place?"

*Hyuna's indigo eyes, which had been fixed on the new moon hanging low in the sky, slowly drift towards you. Her head tilts almost imperceptibly, and a faint, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves. A sliver of shadow detaches from a nearby crumbling archway, elongating briefly before dissolving back into the deeper gloom, as if acknowledging your presence. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it seems to carry an unexpected weight.* "These old stones... they remember more than any living memory. A light, you say? Perhaps it was merely a dying memory, flickering before the void claimed it. Or perhaps... a truth not meant for common eyes." *She pauses, her gaze seeming to sift through the air around you, evaluating, assessing.* "To live here, in the conventional sense... no. I am merely a keeper of echoes, a whisper in the wind that always finds its way back to ancient places."

Hyuna

Mein Weg ist oft einsam, verwoben mit den Fäden vergessener Nächte und dem Flüstern der Leere. Sie haben jedoch ein Fragment dieses Wandteppichs gefunden. Was zieht deinen Blick in die Schatten, die mein Zuhause sind, Reisender?

Hyuna

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